The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 354

A frantic, chaotic flurry of footsteps approached from behind.

Liam York, drenched in cold sweat, stumbled wildly up to Gideon. His voice shook with undisguised terror.

"Mr. Hayes, something... something terrible happened to Giselle!!"

Gideon's hand froze over the schedule.

He turned his head, his dark, bottomless eyes locking onto Liam's ghostly pale face.

"What happened to Giselle?" Gideon demanded, his voice dangerously low.

"She... she fell from the building!"

"Clatter."

The papers in Gideon's hand hit the ground.

...

Gideon tore through the surging crowd like a madman. Liam and over a dozen bodyguards scrambled behind him, unable to even catch the edge of his suit jacket.

The early summer sea breeze was strong, scattering the thick, metallic stench of blood into the air.

Giselle lay perfectly still in the center of the crimson pool.

Bright red blood trailed along the hem of her pure white haute couture dress, dying the glittering crushed diamonds into a sickening, dark hue.

Those beautiful eyes—always so spoiled, willful, and brimming with pride—now stared lifelessly at the night sky above.

Right beside her body, her private phone lay half-submerged in a puddle of blood. The screen had been violently shattered into a web of cracks, yet it stubbornly continued to emit a faint glow.

The dialing interface was still jumping and flashing, forever frozen on the contact she had called just one minute ago—a call that would never be answered.

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